Chapter 93 Lucas: With Clayton

LUCAS

Challenge him. Rip him apart.

My wolf's snarling has occupied the majority of my short flight to White Peak, getting closer to the man who's tasted my mate in ways that he never should have.

My phone's off, because I don't know what I'll do if he calls.

The primal part of me is incensed, wanting to sink my teeth into his throat and tear it out, savoring every drop of the blood that spurts, content in knowing his soul has departed this world.

But the rest of me recognizes that Clayton is my friend and ally.

What am I supposed to do with all these fucking feelings tripping me up inside? Having Ava back is supposed to make everything easier. Make things simple.

In my absence, will she begin to doubt my words?

If she sees Clayton, would she choose me over him?

I don't have that confidence.

The fated bond between us is my only advantage. That, and the distance I can maintain between her and the alpha I trust with the honor of my entire pack.

I can never let her return to Cedarwood.

There's no way in hell I'll lose the little advantage I have.

airport to personally escort me to the Blackwood pack

a losing battle. Every step I take through the terminal feels like a countdown to an inevitable confrontation. My wolf paces restlessly beneath my skin, eager for blood. I clench my fists, my

She is ours. No one else can have

nothing more than competition. My wolf may look at other alphas with respect,

better than

to be done. She is not our mate yet. We can't piss her off if we want a

but he stops snapping for Clayton's blood,

dealing with Blackwood was easier than all the bullshit I have to deal with in

of the airport crowds my nostrils as I exit the terminal, an overwhelming assault on my sensitive nose. Sweat, perfume, fast food—it all mingles into a nauseating miasma that

Clayton.

my wolf snarls,

wrestling my primal side under control. We can't afford to lose

features into a mask of calm. But as our eyes meet, I can see it in his

greets, his voice

mouth. Anger flares hot in my veins, the urge to lash out, to

her? Why did it have

We have more pressing matters to attend to. The Blackwood situation

in strained silence, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy between

can't take it

calm. "As soon as you

grip tightening on the steering wheel. "I only just found out myself. I came as soon as

The word feels like a slap in the face. Like he isn't here to get

help. He's been helping this entire time, hasn't he? There's no point trying to assign ulterior motives to his actions. We can't get past this situation if I'm going

growls again, the memory of Ava's confession ringing

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